Lyrics:
On the one
My Funk Keeps coming Up Down Up Down Up Down Up My Funk Keeps coming Up Down Up Down Up Down
On the Trumpet Mr.Ron Baker
Its the Funk Its the Funk
Dirty ever semi I borrow,
No confrontation or quarrel
I can`t shake up or startle
The time taker
Tying `em up like Ron Baker
Here to shake and break
As ron baker who spark it fastest but the smoke so raw it don't matter who grab it
And i still keep it on me tho
Couple blunts keep it on me tho
Bottle
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,
that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and he said in a very clear, impressive, RON HUBBARD-type voice...
"NEW YORK!"
until
The chips started flippin' in the kitchen
Plastic on the bread grippin'
This stripper's clickin' im fixin'
With baker's mittens
The same colors Wade
discover
Might never have another, so I had to fuck her
Reach into my pockets, damn I ain't got a rubber
See my nigga Ron, like L. Ron Hubbard, he be outta
Chamillitary click, is the click they wanting
You know that OG Ron see, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]
A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kid
(Quemando hazes) quemando aceite
(Acеites) , quemando haters (Hatеrs)
En la howma half baker con los money makers
(Money makers) con tu puta, ron de Cuba
was, "Free Ron", 'till he switched on the gang
Watch who's around me, ain't giving em rank
They takin' my flow and they takin' my slang
Matching
Twenty niggas crowdin' my section like where the hoes at?
I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper
Floatin' up first Ave knockin' Anita Baker
hot girl summer when bodies went missing
Cookies and cream type baker
The way I sling rocks just call me salt shaker
Catch me in the Amistad sailin
us, fuck them
We goin' up top, above the rim
Are you ballin' or you pump fakin'
Number eight Kobe with the Lakers
Ron Artest, when he with the Pacers
up off of me
Park the Windsor
Off of Baker street
Balenciagas on my feet
My mans holding the door
More of a shooter
Not a butler
Since he tailored down
Bundy did it, why the psych can't do it?
John Gasey did it, why the psych can't do it?
Jeffery Dahmer did it, why the psych can't do it?
Jim Baker did
than me, I'm snaggin'
My older brother Ron told me, "What's brackin'?"
He ready for a war while I invest and pay more taxes
Then cost to living in
(Ron Suno niggas know the fuckin' vibes)
(Gang, yes, Totin' on sally and better)
(Totin' on sally and better)
(No sweat, gun in the sweater)
(Don't
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